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The Stock Market Loses Fluidity
Barbara Crooker



I’ll show you what’s really liquid—it’s this sunlight pouring down
from the west, from the great glass jar of the sky. The creek playing
its little tune, running over the stones. The descant of syllables
in the mockingbird’s song. For not a single hickory nut
banked by the squirrels will gain any interest.
Not a grain of wheat in the wallet of a chipmunk’s cheek
will increase in worth. The bear’s fat layer is its IRA.
Here in the woods, it’s autumn’s great investment portfolio; look,
everything’s turned the color of money: copper, brass, gold.

This poem first appeared in
Switched-On Gutenberg.
Used with the author’s permission.



2008 NPR headline

Barbara Crooker’s award-winning poems have appeared in numerous magazines, journals, and anthologies and have been featured on the BBC, the ABC (Australian Broadcasting Company), The Writer's Almanac, and in the Poetry at Noon series at the Library of Congress. Recipient of many fellowships and residencies in the U.S., as well as in Ireland and France, she was also a Grammy finalist for her part in the audio version of the popular anthology, Grow Old Along with Me--the Best is Yet to Be. Barbara lives in Fogelsville, Pennsylvania. Learn more about Barbara at





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Hi, Have always loved this poem. Such beautiful images. Jo
Posted 11/14/2010 08:14 PM
Absolutely lovely! Such images!
Posted 11/14/2010 10:25 AM
I LOVE this poem. thank you. L. Tanner
Posted 11/14/2010 07:26 AM

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